Our property in northern Wisconsin has received rain. The woods could not be more lush, needing a small mower "haircut" to tidy it up. So Dave mows as I type...with me typing in constant motion as I try to escape this pesky deer fly.
Birch, many variety of evergreen, an apple tree or two, daisies, fern....but no visible bear...even though I am certain I snuck onto the property quietly. Oh, if these woods could talk.
Stopped by Barber Lake...the frogs sang to us like a rubberband band....and Dave skipped stones.
Wishing you all a relaxing weekend...
3 comments:
After watching Dances With Wolves last night, we figured we also needed Natve American names today. Dave is "Croaking With Frogs" and I am "Running With Deer Flies".
Kari
Looks like the definition of summer.
Signed,
Dancing for Rain
You just posted pictures of my idea of heaven......
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